[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

Whether it is film and television, novels or popular science articles, time refutation and "I kill myself" are always mentioned.

The latter is simply explained: If you go back to the past, you cannot let the past you see you, otherwise a series of butterfly effects will occur, leading to things like the collapse of time and space.

Similarly, acquaintances from your past meeting your future self can have a similar effect.

But, as I said before, that is just a theoretical refutation of time.

In different times and spaces, the multiverse is vast, and the nightingale, whose power is integrated with the essence of the universe, knows very well that even if she stands in front of the 16-year-old Nightingale now, she will not be able to do anything except make her young self doubt her life. have any other effects.

The earth is still turning, the flowers and trees are still blooming and decaying, maybe the direction of some things will change, but Nightingale is just an ordinary person, and the changes she can make will not even make the cosmic consciousness droop a little more .

But the person who discovered Nightingale at this moment was Bruce Wayne, a Batman who was also influenced by legendary metal and eroded by the power of the dark universe.

... This is a bit difficult.

While Nightingale frowned slightly, the Supreme Mage floating on the roof of a building in the distance - Stephen Strange - couldn't help but sigh.

The emerald-green Eye of Agamotto hung on his chest, breathing like life.

The red magic floating cloak set off an exaggerated "Oh my old swan" expression on the back of the supreme mage. While exaggerating, he used the corner of his clothes to pull the beard of his shit shovel officer, signaling him to think (go) I want to see how () () () () (live) ()) (laugh).

"Don't make trouble." Strange opened it in disgust, and turned his head with a serious expression, "We can't use that trick unless it is absolutely necessary. I hope they can solve the problem by themselves."

The unsatisfied cloak "poofed" him twice.

It has already smelled the dark smell, the most conspicuous one is the goal anchor that guides them to this time and space, and another cluster that is insignificant but indelible is hidden in the body of the blue-eyed man, as if A fatal blow can be delivered at any time.

If these two forces fought, the cloak would rather tap dance with the dwarf hobbit than fight with the bearded and long-faced monster.

……

"You are Nanting."

The man's voice changed from surprise to determination.

Bruce stood on the roof and looked at the adult woman floating in mid-air in front of him. He didn't get a response to his previous question, but he still got the answer from the other party's silence.

It's... ridiculous.

This was the first word that came to Bruce's mind after seeing this extremely familiar yet extremely unfamiliar face.

Those cobalt blue eyes that were too clear, he had seen countless times in the past ten years.

Nightingale Wayne, who grew up day by day, opened his eyes and looked up at you from the bottom up, like a drop of water falling from the melting of polar glaciers, like a rising sun hidden in the blue ice when it was born. A cluster of light on a sharp corner.

Gotham knights who are used to beauties can never deny the beauty of Nightingale's eyes. The moment she lowers her eyes and raises her eyes slightly, the moment when she slightly lifts her eyes can melt the hardest heart. There is always an endless stream of pursuers.

Therefore, such a pair of eyes, once seen, will never be forgotten again.

Bruce watched Nightingale grow from a dirty little beggar to a swaying girl, and then one day—one night when she waited for him to come home with a book in the dark and by the fire— — was moved by the reproachful eyes in her smile.

Thinking about it now, at that time, besides the little girl who was stunned by his own family, he had also grown up, and he was even more surprised by the inexplicable familiarity brought by those eyes.

He vaguely remembered where he had seen the same pair of eyes in a certain too long ago.

It turned out that it was not an illusion.

It turned out to be herself.

……

"Ten years ago, and ten years later, it will be you."

Facing the howling wind from the roof, Bruce strode to the edge, put his hands on the rusty railings, and grasped vigorously, with blue blood vessels and conspicuous tendons protruding from the back of his hands.

His question was almost squeezed out between his teeth, and the sudden discovery of the unbelievable and natural truth made his brain full of thoughts.

"What did you... do to yourself?"

The wind was actually really strong, and the man's voice was not high, but Nightingale's eardrums could clearly and completely absorb his words.

She was silent, rarely feeling puzzled.

After staying alone in this world for too long, her senses are extremely sensitive, but the corresponding emotional reactions have actually been blunted long ago. The big and small things that happen in the world are forgotten after they are heard by her ears, as if separated by layers. filter membrane.

But that doesn't mean she doesn't understand feelings.

Everything that happened to Nightingale when she was Nightingale in Gotham before becoming what she is now is a reference for her response to the world.

She knows what it's like to be loved, what it's like to be feared and feared, she also knows joy and pain, love and jealousy.

So she can understand very well how defensive Bruce Wayne, who already has a relationship with Nightingale, will be against her.

Facing the man's question, out of "etiquette", she still replied—although she felt that the answer was so obvious that she didn't need to answer it—said: "It's a good thing for her to have no power."

I can't remember how long it has been since I "speaked", and the voice that came out at this time sounded very strange to Nightingale herself.

It looks like it has been sanded down, which is really not a good sound.

The more obvious evidence is that after the man heard what she said, the word "Chuan" between the eyebrows became more obvious.

In Nightingale's impression, Bruce Wayne's expression was always relaxed when he was with Nightingale Wayne.

Different from the frivolous and affectionate smile when he was with those supermodels and actors, when he looked at his little girl, his brows would always be raised up, and the lines on the corners of his lips and the ends of his eyes should be more lively, making him look very comfortable .

I am different from her.Nightingale thought divergently.But that doesn't really matter.

She is now able to control her thoughts. When she completely empties herself and is in a state of dissociation at the soul level, her thoughts will not cause earth-shaking changes to reality.

"...I'm asking you yourself."

After a few seconds - maybe a few seconds - Bruce's heavy words came from the wind again.

He said "yourself" twice.

The first time, Nightingale took it for granted that it was her 16-year-old herself, but the second time, Nightingale reacted and realized that she might have misunderstood the previous one.

"Myself?"

She subconsciously repeated his words.

Then quickly replied: "She is myself."

There was a small, metallic twisting sound from the railing.

Nightingale looked down, and the man seemed to be extremely angry, and his knuckles pinched the iron railing out of depression.

What is he angry about?She hesitated, thinking so.

She came here today to solve the hidden danger that threatened Posey's life. She finished the last thing that was on her mind. The strength beyond her endurance made her feel like a fire was burning in her body. She is very uncomfortable now, but she is also very happy — even if she doesn't feel happy.

"Do you think...Nanting..." The man said every word firmly, clearly, and angrily, "Is it you?"

Nightingale did not speak.

"Do you think Nan Ting thinks that you are... her?"

--No.Will not.

Nightingale knew Nanting as she knew herself.

But she thought, what does it matter?

Bruce stood stiffly on the edge of the roof, like a crater that was about to erupt, or like a volcanic rock that had solidified after erupting outside the crater.

Nightingale couldn't tell whether he had already erupted or was still on the verge of erupting, and she became anxious because of this change.

She began to seriously think about the price she would have to pay if she were to act to resolve this variable and let the forces affecting Bruce Wayne leave him.

But before she could think of a rule, the man opposite looked at her, as if she had done something that should not be done.

"You are... arrogant, Nantine."

There were extremely complicated emotions hidden in his eyes.

"Whose life do you think you are manipulating?"

The words were obviously reproaches, but Nightingale strangely saw regret in his eyes, and... and...

"Is the future me not by your side?"

And endless self-blame.

"Why did you become like this?"

A sigh.

The author has something to say: Bruce just guessed that Nightingale must pay a high price for doing these things, and now he is looking at Nightingale with the emotion and vision of "the Nanting he watched growing up".

However, emotionally, Nightingale and Nanting are not the same in his cognition, and rationally, he believes that Nightingale is the future Nanting.

His little girl became like this.

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